Sonnet XVII



"I love you without knowing how,or when,or from where I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you so close that your hand on my chest in my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."

Sonnet XVII

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